Logs:The Longest Trip Across the Bowl, Ever
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| RL Date: 10 April, 2013 |
| Who: Telavi, Sabella |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Tela and Sabs take the longest trip across the bowl, ever. To get breakfast. And they poke fun at everything. |
| Where: Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 6, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Foggy |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, E'sren/Mentions, Alida/Mentions |
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| Somehow. Somehow Sabella finds time in the very early hours to take care of her hair. Thankfully it doesn't take that long anymore since it's short, but there's some attention paid to it before the get to practice their work-outs and lessons and everything else. Out on the big couch in the training cavern, she has her hand mirror held out in front of her as she carefully applies some oils to the ends of her tips. Meanwhile, Ghislaith lays sprawled out and sleeping on the floor. One of them isn't a morning person. By contrast, Solith's the one awake out of that pair, for all that on the other end of the couch, Telavi technically has her eyes open. She's bent backwards over its arm, her own arms outstretched, waving her fingetips just above the ground in a way that might just be summoning dust bunnies. A little while later, "'M hungry, Sabs." If Solith is hungry, it doesn't show, the little green wandering around outside in the mist that's going to burn off later without any immediately apparent purpose. She bounces her curls in one hand, looking past the mirror and over at Telavi with one eyebrow lifting up. "Well. We have some time. We can get breakfast before the others all head over." The others. They're all still in the barracks, sleeping in their cots or slowly getting to their feet. She lowers the handheld thing down and crawls across the couch. Attempting to snatch an outstretched arm of the other greenrider and pull her forward. "And eat it all... !!" That's a voiceless squeak, Telavi dragged up, laughing. On the floor, surely dust bunnies skitter beneath the couch again. "What are you doing?" "I'm getting you up. Waking you up." Sabella laughs as she pulls on her arm until she's sort of sitting up, more or less. She stucks that mirror into the ever present canvas sling bag, the strap pulled over her head and across her body. "I don't want to listen to you tell me you're hungry all morning again until lunch. Not like that other day." "No waking. No waking." It takes work for a girl to be all floppy the way Tela is, dangled from the taut arm Sabella's got with the other one flung dramatically behind her, her head tilted loosely like she's... well, maybe not just been poisoned, because that's starting to sound like a giggle, but certainly not all there. "It was worth it." Since she didn't have to listen to herself. "Sleeping and sleeping and sleeping..." Still, eventually she puts a little more strength back into her spine, so the other weyrling doesn't have to do all the work. "What do you think we'll have for breakfast today? Pancakes a dragonlength high? Berries? I want berries." "Yes waking. Yes Tela. Wake up time is now." Sabella exhales with a huff once she's gotten her up. "You are so not a morning person. Come on." She urges with a laugh, rolling her eyes at the way she dramatically lolls her head and arms around. "In a couple of months you can sleep and sleep and sleep again. But not today. We have to do that, jog around the outside of the weyr today. Or was it the inside of the weyr?" It doesn't matter, she begins to stand and reach for the arm again to pull the blonde to her feet. "It should be around the right time of the turn for berries. Finally. Frest fruit again. Oh, I hope they got more fruit in today. I want toast. You're making me more hungry." Tela could play a role in one of Ghislaith's movies, maybe, the way she's staggering upright all loosey-goosey in the joints. "I don't want to jog," she sighs, but she's quickly finding her feet with a glance back over her shoulders to the otherwise mostly-sleeping barracks. "I suppose you want to beat them again today? Get there early, eat it all up? And mm, fruit syrup, maybe. Fruit everything." "No one wants to jog." Pause. "Well, except for that one guy. You know, the tall one. I always forget his name. He's strange." Maybe she forgets his name on purpose. Sabella releases her arm once her feet some purchase on the ground, adjusting the strap of the bag she begins the slow, tired, zombie walk for food. So she's not at a hundred percent either. Ghislaith doesn't even stir when they start to move. "I always want to beat them there. We get the best seats every morning and the first of the fresh food. Early birds. Oh, fruit juice. Fresh squeezed. Yes." Telavi certainly isn't going to name him, though once she gets going, there's a bounce in her step... possibly because the bag she's just stolen from the foot of the couch is a whole lot lighter than Sabella's. "Mmmmm, juice. As long as it doesn't all give us the runs, because ew." Once out in the bowl, she glances out into the mist, and doesn't nod or anything but seems satisfied enough. "It's so strange, actually knowing where to go now. Do you have to think about it still, or do your feet just... go?" Basically the whole world is in Sabella's bag. She's one of those girls, it's true. "The runs. Ugh. Why did you have to ruin the prospect of juice? Maybe I'll just stick with water for awhile longer." She shoots the other girl a look for that one. With the mist clinging to her arms and clothes she briefly touches her fingers to her hair. Oh, well. She's resigned to it. "I think my feet mostly just go now. This part wasn't so hard to learn, but the rest of the inner caverns. It took a few days." A few days. Of what? Telavi had better be careful, or she'll wind up there too, especially with the puckish smile she sends the other girl. "Only a few days? What were you doing? I sort of envy you, how you got to look around before you had to be a weyrling, but then you had to be here for longer in the cold," so she shrugs, bounces over a pebble like it were some trapdoor, and kicks the next one that's in her way so it bounces off into the mist. "I just walked around a lot when I first got here. I wanted to know how to get around, I wanted to not feel so lost. I hated asking for directions." There's scoffing in Sabella's voice. Like having to ask for help was just about the worst thing. She flashes Telavi one of her trademark cheerful smiles right before she throws a light elbow in her direction. "And now we're going to be here in the cold together. For turns. Or until one or both of us wises up and transfers somewhere nice." "'Oh no!'" cries Telavi, skipping around that elbow. "'Help, help! Directions?!' ...You find some of the most interesting things, asking for directions," teasing just as much as her sideways glance, all innocent, "Like Benden?" If only that didn't turn into a yawn, like she'd used up that flighty energy already. "Is that how you ask for directions?" Sabella questions, her eyebrows lifted incredulously. She leans her shoulder against the already exhausted green weyrling, tips her chin up and coyly flutters her lashes at her. In a quiet, unassuming and girlish voice, "Oh, hello? Do you happen to know where the kitchen is? I'm starving. I haven't had a bite to eat in five minutes. I feel I might faint. My name? My name is Telavi. You'd walk me there? Such generosity!" When she straightens up, she laughs brightly. "Benden? No, somewhere that there isn't any snow. Like, ever." Telavi's starting to protest, only then she's really starting to giggle, reaching out for the other girl's waist to try and pull her and her bag over a few steps in the direction of that lean. "Ista, then? Somewhere south? Do someone else now!" More imitations! Sabella stumble walks into the other teen, looping her arm around her waist. "I imagine Ista is nice. I'm supposed to go with the boys there when we graduate. You're coming too, right? You have to." She laughs then at the request for more imitations. Pursing her lips, she pulls them off to the side thoughtfully. Who next, who next. Ah. "Oh, Telavi. You're so pretty, your hair is like... damp straw and I want to kiss you. Kiss kiss- What? So what if I kiss all the girls? They can't get enough of me!" "What? All right, fine," Telavi sighs, so put-upon. "Make me go somewhere warm and beachy," though for all her joking around, her smile's genuinely pleased, even a touch flattered before Sabella thoroughly distracts her. "Who is that, Alida?" she asks with overly rounded eyes. "Though 'damp straw,' how could you, that's awful." "I know, I torture you. Force you to go to nice places, get up early with me and get breakfast. Worst friend ever." Sabella shakes her head in self-disgust. She cracks up at the other girl's response. "Alida? I can't imagine her going 'kiss kiss' at anyone. It'd probaby be more like 'Argh! Stab stab! For no reason!'." Smoothing out the laughter she shakes her head. "Oh, it's a joke. You have nice hair. It's not damp straw. Just like I guess K'zin doesn't kiss every girl. Just most of them." Telavi's dying here. "I should try that. 'Stab stab.' Especially when you're trying to pay attention," in class, Tela will just have to whisper it and poke her stylus towards the poor teacher's back when she/he/it is turned around. "I forgive you. Has he tried to kiss you? I haven't kissed him." Her smile Sabella's direction is wholly impish. "I haven't tried anything around your study buddy, either. Do him now." In an 'impressions' sort of way. "Nooo, don't do that. If you go 'Stab stab' I'll end up laughing. She'll really think that I don't like her then," her being Alida, presumably. "And she'll hate me even more than she already does." Sabella laughs and rolls her eyes at Telavi's question. "He may have tried to kiss me. He might not be so bad at it, if he weren't wasting so much time thinking." Such an overrated activity when things like this are concerned, she seems to believe. With an impish smile, "E'sren has too much class to be involved in anything like that anyway. But." Can she do an impression of him. Maybe. She'll try. Afixing a broad, toothy smile that suddenly goes press-lipped and with dramatically furrowed eyebrows and a lined forehead. She fixes an imaginary spot on her shirt. "And now, for my next trick. I'll show you the most secretest of magics learned to me through generations of trader-magicians!" "She hates you? As opposed to a general hati... Oh, Sabs." Tela's pursing her lips, dimples flickering in and out of existence, just time for a brief, "Remind me," before her friend starts in. She can't not laugh, but then she's not trying either, humor rolling through her. "The traders, the traders. And that smile! You're good at, what's the word, lampooning? I suppose it makes sense that he's classy, since he studies a lot..." "Oh, I think so. She hasn't liked me since the first week of weyrlinghood." Shrugging, she's not overly bothered. But she'd probably rather the other girl didn't 'stab stab' her during one of the lectures on politics or something either. "Right? I think I've just about got his smile down. I can't wait to impersonate him in front of him. He's going to just die." And then she's making the pun and Sabs is groaning (and laughing). "Ooh, Tela. That's just bad. The lowest form of humor, lowest." Tela's just delighted about Sabella's reaction, too, skipping a step. "He seems nice," she offers. "To people, not just a couple of people. Though it seems like doesn't get fazed much? So I don't know what he's like when he is." Is that the scent of breakfast in the air, or just her imagination? She walks on her toes a couple of steps and then glances at Sabella again. Her voice gets softer, "I know you really want this, the silver thread thing, you've been studying so hard. But... what would you do with it?" "Oh, he is nice. I haven't seem him get fazed either, I don't think." A thought that makes Sabella pause thoughtfully. "But I think things worry him just like they worry anyone else. He just has a good game face is all." That does smell like breakfast. She takes a deep breath and sighs, do her footsteps quicken at all? So she might be pulling Telavi along a little faster. At the change in tone, her own voice pitches slightly lower. "I want it. I want the opportunity to have better opportunities. To get noticed when we're further along. You know, I'd rather have it than not have it and want it later when I can't get it. Does it make sense?" Tela takes this in, nodding, and she doesn't protest the faster pace, not even a little... as long as it doesn't interfere with all that talking. "That makes sense," she begins, "but what do you mean, get noticed? Noticed for what, to do what? Do you want to be a wingsecond someday?" Wingleader, off Telavi's radar. Sabella is certainly able to continue talking while walking more quickly to get delicious breakfast. Fruit. Fruit jui- Or water. Maybe, definitely water. "I think wingsecond would be a good start. It would certainly get my foot in the door, right?" She grins impishly again and exhales. "Do you want it? You haven't talked much about what you want to do once we get out of the barracks." "Start? Door to what?" There's movement out in the fog, but after Tela glances its way, she relaxes for all that there's no bright, 'just saw my lifemate!!!' smile. "What would you do? And oh, I don't know. I don't want to work that hard," and she isn't working that hard for all that she is studying, "but if you people all get it then you'll be busy with that and it won't be as much fun anyway." "To things. I want to have access to things. Maybe I could be the Weyrsecond. In... ten or twenty turns." But even to Sabella that's sounding like an awfully long way off in the future. She sighs momentarily before flashing a smile in Tela's direction. "Well, if we all get it then you'll be bored. So you can just spend your extra time with us anyway. More studying. It'll be fun." But not really, she knows that. Hopefully? "I'll still make you get breakfast with me every morning." "If we had one," Telavi sighs, only to brighten in the next moment with a sly look at Sabs. "Benden has a Weyrsecond." But since Sabella's talking about breakfast and all, "You're so forceful. So in charge. I bet they'd make a Weyrsecond spot just for you, they'd say, 'Sabella,' because you wouldn't be Sabs to them, that's not official and respectful enough, 'Be our Weyrsecond! Please! We wove this knot just for you!'" It could be cutting, overheard, but Telavi's delighted about it: clearly this should happen. "Are you trying to trick me into agreeing to go to Benden with you? I'm onto your tricks." She mock-narrows her eyes at Telavi, before her smile breaks through again. Then her laughter breaks through as she continues on. "Oh, oh. And I would say, 'Thank you so much, Taikrin and Aishani. Pssst. How did you guys stay in charge this long? Tell me your secrets! And where did you put the bodies of your enemies and oh- Why are you taking the special Weyrsecond's knot back?!'" She sighs dramatically. "My future, gone in a flash. Before my eyes." Her free hand swings out, fingers splayed as she waves her arm in front of them to demonstrate the escaping prospects. This time Telavi misses a step and has to catch herself, she's laughing so much. "Before your eyes. So dramatic. And then they'd say, 'In the stew, what did you think?!' and then," they're close enough that there's not just the chatter of people in the cavern ahead of them, but also what the fog amplifies into a veritable cavalcade behind them. Wide eyes find Sabs'. "They're catching up!" "And then?" And then what? Sabella is laughing hard at the 'in the stew' part. When the fog clears and Telavi utters that warning, she glances over her shoulder and catches her breath with a little squeak. She pulls on the other girl's waist. "Hurry! Or they're going to get to all of the pancakes before you can." And then she's really moving too quickly to keep up with their conversation. Well, that is until they're on the line. And then at the table. And then they have to walk all the way back too. |
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Eliv (Eliv (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 10 Apr 2013 12:31:22 GMT.
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lol
Aishani (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 10 Apr 2013 17:32:59 GMT.
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Love.
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 10 Apr 2013 23:44:04 GMT.
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Aah, teenage girls. This was cute.
K'zin (Wakizian (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 11 Apr 2013 02:37:26 GMT.
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<3 <3 Had me in stitches.
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